On Any Other Day

A A A A Theres a house on my street, and it looks real neat. F F I'm the chap who lives in it. Theres a tree on the sidewalk, theres a car by the door. I'll go for a drive in it. And when the wombat (??) comes, he will find me gone. He'll look for a place to sit. Chorus I: G C A D G My wife has burned the scrambled eggs. C A D G The dog's just bit my leg. C A D G My teen-aged daughter ran away. C A D A My fine young son has turned out gay. Cut up my fingers in the door of my car. How could I do it? My wife is proud to tell me of her love affairs. How could she do this to me? Chorus I Chorus II: A G E B/A A G E B/A And it would be OK on any other day. X2 Throw down the morning papers, and spill my tea. I don't know whats wrong with me. The cups and plates are in a conspiracy. I'm covered in misery. Chorus I Chorus II X4 (w/ Chipmunk-like voice: "Happy birthday dear daddy") ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sacha Michel Mallais sacha@global-village.net http://www.global-village.net/sacha The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.